i also want to talk about the book law of the jungle and what nesson thinks of it, coming from a supposedly unbiased journalist. is he making things up? exaggerating? because he says some really damning things, for ex. about donziger bribing judges with sex from women

Loved the discussion of the JuryBot - thought provoking paper, which focused our small group, and made for an engaging full class debate. It was a great idea to line up four "yesses" and four "nos," have us discuss and then guess who was who.

Thoroughly enjoyed the jurybot exercise today--refreshing take on discussion. A bit bummed we didn't get to the marijuana topic, but the jurybot exercise totally made up for it. I had the impression that the professor thought it up last minute, and if so, brilliantly done

Fern is the once and future queen we stan. grateful she's back on the throne. the end exercise was soooo fascinating; I feel like our votes about the jurors said just as much about us as it did the jurors.

I think having small group discussion before open discussion is proving to be a successful way of having effective discourse. It seems people are able to better to develop their opinions and understand where others are coming from before engaging a wider audience.

yes: Sabelo went to a conference in Switzerlad; Victoria is taking a class at the Kennedy School this week; Siobhan has deadlines on her PhD. dissertation; Annabel needed to catch up on her work with Zittrain. We wanted them to help us get started with tech etc. but thought we could proceed without them this week. All will be back next week.

From the housetops to the gutters
From the ocean to the shore
The warning signs have all been bright and garish
Far too great in number to ignore
From the cities to the swamplands
From the highways to the hills
Our love has never had a leg to stand on
From the aspirins to the cross-tops to the Elevils
But I will walk down to the end with you
If you will come all the way down with me
From the entrance to the exit
Is longer than it looks from where we stand
I want to say I'm sorry for stuff I haven't done yet
Things will shortly get completely out of hand
I can feel it in the rotten air tonight
In the tips of my fingers
In the skin on my face
In the weak last gasp of the evening's dying light
In the way those eyes I've always loved illuminate this place
Like a trashcan fire in a prison cell
Like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell
I will walk down to the end with you
If you will come all the way down with me